PEARL’S POV
Chills run down the center of my spine as I stare at the bloody tray trembling in the palm of my hands. I whip my head up and look around. I thought for sure I heard something or someone. The sound of the wind whispering secrets and the oddly shaped shadows weaving in of the trees creep me out because they look more like images of people pointing their finger at me, then back to the moon casting in the sky.
What the hell is going on? W-what happened? W-why am I holding this tray?
Have I gone mad? Dear God, I hope not!
I need to calm down and think this through!
I close my eyes and take a breath to wash away the fears. Opening one eye at a time, I am thankful to discover the trees, the shadows, even the wind had settled down or at least appear to look normal to the averag
